Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna my mic out in Ponce funeral home on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, maybe not the last
gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the closin'
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, to come up in the game

Had a couple of dollar signs to my
Roc a Fella
One of the
for my day to come
Just give me the

Nah, this ain't Jigga, your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to motherfuckers live from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all with twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to the keys
Large told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to D's

gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it
Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies my ring finger

You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the and Johnson
For the who wants it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
From sundown to sunup on

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll you dead"
One week of this hustlin' a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before came out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer and I'm serious

for my day to come
Just me the word